You either run with the Wild Hunt, or you flee before it.
Hunter
For eons uncounted, I have been the Master of the Hunt—and of myself. I’m wild. I’m deadly. And I won’t allow myself to be mastered by anything.
Not even my mate. Not even when every throb of my heartbeat yearns for her red lips pressed to my skin. For what woman can match a god?
Hound
She ran, and I followed. How was I to know that the taste of her blood would change me forever?
Once a prince, and now a hound...
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To Run with the Wild Hunt: A Fae Fated Mates Dark Fantasy Romance
